If your trials end, are really getting you downWe had a close call, I didn't even see it, then another one, I hardly believed it at all.

What the writers say, it means shit to me now.Plants and animals, we're on a bender when it's 80 degrees, The end of December was coming on, only for you and me.When the showing up ends, going back to the south,

Where hungry necks that I know, and runnin' a blender in a lightning storm, disguised as a blessing I'm sure.Knowing up here, there comes a fork in the road, Pants have gotta go, we're on an island on the fourth of July, Looks like the tide is going home.

In time I'd find a little way to your heart, down to the general store for nothing specific, gonna wash my bones in the Atlantic shore only for you and me